And, how many times he decided that the best thing to do do… was to not do anything at all
“So, what are we going to do?” the young mother asked, placing her head on the also young farmer’s strong shoulder, whom she had loved so much, since way back, as far as she could remember.
“That’s up to me, it’s my turn to take care of this!”
Having said that, he took her by the hand and led her slowly back to the house, while they quietly enjoyed the early morning hours. Once inside, they settled down next to the kitchen, in the room the wood-stove kept so nicely warm. He took out a bottle of spirits and opened it, wearing a hint of a mischievous smile on his face.
“Whatever are you thinking of? Can’t you see how early in the morning it is?” she exclaimed, while laughing happily.
“Go for it, my dear! The one good thing about all this mess is that we are all alone in the house”, he replied, as he poured her a shot.
And what happened after during that morning, was something that hadn’t happened in quite a long while…
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